My mother sat behind her PC. Her desk stood in front of the window, so I was looking at her back. I saw Word was running on her PC and there was a who...e lot of text on the screen. So she was working, but this time she didn’t seem to mind that I disturbed her. While I entered her study she got up from her chair and turned around. She looked laid-back and relaxed, but awesomely good. Her hairs were loose and uncombed on her shoulders and back and she wore a red top that fit tightly around her. His pants were torn and hepaced around the house until he finally got into bed. ? ?Jack. What?swrong? What happened tonight?? ? Jack could answerher questions directly but had thought up a lie as he replied. ? ?I had a flattire tonight and ripped my pants. Um . . . I ran into an old friend tonightthat invited me out to this club on Friday. I told him all about you and he isanxious to meet you.?? ? ?What friend?Where did you know him? What?s his name?? ? ?His name is, Leon.We were in the. She could hear the ragged, heavy panted breaths. She became excited by the drawn out moans of ecstasy and excited grunts. The smell of perfume, cologne, sweat and musk mingled heavily in the air. The foggy windows which showcased the evening’s rainstorm were the perfect backdrop to the emerging scene. She saw a discarded t-shirt upon the marble floor. The woman hunched over a small table, long blonde curls awry. Plaid mini skirt pulled up to her lower back. Marissa couldn’t tear her eyes from. Rory pulled away from her, holding her hands at arm’s length, and began to demonstrate. She watched closely, realizing that the steps were nothing major, in fact, she quickly picked up the ideas. Rory put her through her first underarm twirl. Sara didn’t know if it was her, or her dance partner’s skill, but the moves seemed to go smoothly. Rory guided her through more twirls, and even more complicated double twirls. Sara felt like she was on top of the world.After two more songs, Sara told Rory.